"The Bell of Old Central Now on Scott Campus" by Dorothea Wiesehahn
Oh Sentinel of past and present life, If you could speak, how much you might disclose! You tolled the knell of brothers torn by strife, Then joyously proclaimed discords' repose. In happier days to Learning's fount you called The youth. When mounting flames soared high, With warning notes you cautioned; then enwalled You toppled from your belfry in the sky.
Now quite restored, you and the years contend. You do not, as before, ring out but stay An ever present and unchanging friend. You see us come and go from day to day. As joys of present into history flee, You will betoken cherished memory.